Thanks to all who came to the open house. It was a lot fun and you all are greatly appreciated. I lamented to Tom, cleaning the week before, all I found were projects that I hadn’t completed. I closed the door in my office to sweep and noticed that I hadn’t painted the back of the door. This in turn forced me too look at the two other doors in that hall and turn’s out, I’d failed to paint the backs of any of them. Tom’s point was that nobody would notice, and while this was true, I would know. And eventually they would have to be painted anyway. So, thank you for forcing me to finish, properly.
I’ve been working on a few projects in the last weeks. One was a chair for Marina. I posted this on FB so sorry for the repeat. I sanded and painted. It was fun, and I did make sure that her parents knew that it could never be a time out chair. As capital G-rammy, I don’t have to roll like that.
I also did not one but 2 giant canvases for Clay’s apartment in Chicago. I had painted “Chicago” for his significant other Katie, and he wanted “Minneapolis” for himself. Goes without saying that these are my very quirky interpretations. The perspective still bothers me. But they are in Chicago and as such…complete. Maybe he will send me a photo of them hanging sometime. 🙂
The last project was for baby Henry – or Hank the Tank – who is due any day now. We had a shower for Ash in February, and I just finished them last weekend. I have no excuse. Well, I do, but not any good ones. I found this unfinished letters on Etsy (where else) and painted in the hood. Eeyore is smiling, because Henry makes him happy, duh! So, Henry will be sleeping in the thousand acre wood with my buddies Pooh and Piglet. I have an affinity for the wood and it’s residents, so thankfully, will baby boy. Sorry it’s blurry, maybe Ash will send a photo when they are hanging. 🙂
Ben and I have decided to move our happy little show outside in the spring. A deck? A porch? A pool? Ben says no pool, but I am forever hopeful. Anyway with spring being at least 12 weeks away and after a chat with Scott about the ridiculousness of life – I had an epiphany. My project for the next 12 weeks is me. Now I don’t really expect anyone to be interested in this. But I did find that blogging provides a certain amount of accountability that my life is sorely lacking. So in the interest of being a somewhat reasonable person, I’m not going to send out notices for new posts. If for some reason you want to follow along, all you have to do is subscribe on my blog page and an email will go out when a new post is up. I plan to post every Friday – even if it’s brief – and I will continue to post about projects and tidbits that pass along the way. Please note I won’t sell your email address. Unless it’s a really good offer, I do after all, want that swimming pool.
Project Me. Big surprise, I have over the years been unhappy with my weight. A few years ago I came to the obvious realization that I was clearly ignoring a significant problem and I dropped 35 pounds. It took me 2 years. And while this was awesome, but I needed to lose 10 more. Then I quit smoking so now I need to lose 5 more. Sigh. Be advised, I’m not trying to look like I did in college (although I wouldn’t hate that). I’m not even trying to hit a weight that the “experts” recommend (that would be another 10 pounds at least). I’m just trying to get to a number that will keep me in a size 10/12 or M and that I think I can maintain without too much trouble (read sacrifices). There won’t be any gimmicks or diets here. Just calories in, calories out. That’s how I did the first 35 and it works for me.
I pretty much have a lock on the exercise part. I run outside about 3-4 times a week and lift 2 days. I need to lift 3 and add an extra cardio, but I love running outside, and this winter has been a challenge – to say the least. I also love biking. And have missed it every day since since the snow started flying. My problems are two-fold. Food and change of life. I can’t do anything about the latter, but I have to figure out a way to control the former. Here is the gist of the situation. I’m in my 50’s. I’ve been a good mother, hard worker, decent wife (flawed but trying) and a good citizen. As such I feel I should be able to eat whatever the hell I want! The flip side of this is that I’m tired, truly and utterly tired of spending time dealing with this “thing.” It’s such a bore. Isn’t it enough that I have to keep brushing my my teeth, doing dishes, laundry, putting gas in my car and paying bills. My life is filled with shit I’m tired of doing. All I want to feel good, look decent and keep up with the grand babies. The dichotomy in all this is that my Grammy, God bless her, was a wonderful woman. She was soft and sweet and loving and a wonderful cook. She would never have felt the need to put on running shoes and pound the pavement for five miles – and nor would I have wanted that for her. She was content. But unfortunately for me my content lies elsewhere.
So last Friday I weighed and measured. I got a bit of a jump start due to the flu – so that may help – it was horrible, there has to be an upside. I am as of Friday, plus 15. My plan is to lose between 1-2 a week. This weeks goals are too drink more water, and find alternatives to after dinner sweets – and watch the portions. That’s week one. Thankfully for you there is no before photo, that wouldn’t be good for anybody. Especially me. And this is all about me after all!
I hate this already.
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